Ardor

Everyone has left the town. It's just me here on my own. I have the house to myself. What bad things will happen? Maybe fall and break my neck. Scissors ...

Let's kill children. Especially poor ones. Let's kill women. Especially working class. Let's file documents. Against the rebels. Let's give the cops. A hefty pay rise. Don't cut do

Why are you so drunk? Intoxicated by love. In a severe way. Why are you so drunk? Never to complain to me, or question my claims. Tell me, why are ...

Let us pray. Pray for the women, for the children, for all those with pain. Let us pray. Pray for our own sake, for the losers, for that one request. ...

Dear You, You were the man, who promised. But ended up giving me pain. Dear You, the man who caused, this event. The man who destroyed my vision. Dear You, ...

The title of this song is extremely offensive; I can't exactly type it into the Title section of my post. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. 18+

To be honest with you, I never liked you in the first place. I was trapped in your lies, and so I went straight back to first base. I told ...

A song about prostitution. Feminism, here we go!

So, malice. Where to start? The very word, is unsettling. Yes, malice. It's cruel sound. It's known pleasure, spawns rejection. Oh, malice. Go away. It brings forth hate, a manmade ...

Well, fair enough by me. You don't want to talk? Well, that's fair enough. You'll do well without me. And I noticed a trend. Bad influence? Fine. In fact, that ...

It's the sound of death. Such an intense hum. Is it even sound? Or is it my brain? As my mind repeats, such drastic commands. It's the one I love. ...

Inspired by The Cure, this song is about the struggle to change. The idea that even though you are different, you still carry traits about your past self.

Something I wrote a long time ago which I should've posted a long time ago. Perhaps my best work...?

My most cryptic song, perhaps.

Man of God, reverend A prophet, relevant Only to, followers Who really believed him Little town, nice place To spread some holy terror Reverend Jim Jones State visit, to the ...

I Where is that fragrance, that used to haunt me? Dissolved in the air? Maybe it's still there. Give me that sweet sound, which drives me near. Perhaps it's still ...

I had a dream last night. My enemies were smiling. We were at one in peace. My friends were calm as hindu cows, and I was coming back. I didn't ...

There's someone coming through the back door I can sense their very presence With all of the forces of nature pressed Up against my will There's a devil They've got ...

Whoever gets the meaning right wins a sweety.

A song about the environment.